A mage? A spell engineer!

Chapter 308 Since we can't refuse, let's discuss the price.

This wise man seemed to have been tricked by the Lord of Order. He had diligently guarded this place for hundreds of years, becoming a near-ghostly existence while still having to work, until Rorschach appeared and finally saw hope of getting out of this predicament.

Rorschach felt that a wise man wouldn't need to go to such lengths to get himself here: Could I take this to mean that you no longer want to coexist with the Shadowlands? Can't you self-destruct?

"Can you lift yourself up by your own hair?" the wise man explained, explaining that before his death he had erased the will of the elven elder in the holy image and used the elven device to transform himself into a part of the holy land.

Due to the transformation by the Lord of Order and the authority granted to the wise, his current state, in Rorschach's understanding, is nothing more than a program running within the Colossus, a highly intelligent Tower Spirit Ultra.

"When I tried to resolve things myself and free myself from this place, I broke the deal with the Lord of Order, and He will ensure that my soul never finds rest."

"After studying the agreement for hundreds of years, I have come to the conclusion that the safest way is to use external forces to destroy both my own will and the Shadow Land. After the destruction, Mother Earth will no longer be able to touch this place."

The most crucial question is, why Rorschach? Rorschach possesses a unique self-awareness, but he still clings to a sliver of hope that the other party hasn't seen through his true nature. Until now, Rorschach has been trying to control his wild thoughts with a torrent of internal monologues, lest he reveal more to the wise man.

Luo Xia tentatively spoke up: "Senior, I have a [Great Disintegration Technique] that can annihilate your soul and spirit. If that doesn't work, I still have the [Divine Power Expulsion Technique]. I can always find a way to make your soul vanish completely, ending it all."

The wise man feigned anger: "How can you, a young man, disregard the spirit of a contract? Since I promised the Lord of Order, I will never agree to hand over the Shadowlands to the evil god! Therefore..." He extended his withered claws and clenched them into a fist: "It must be destroyed!"

After saying that, the paw patted Rorschach's shoulder: "When I realized your specialness, I immediately knew that the opportunity had come! To cut this ulcer from the real world, we need a 'blade' that is not bound or tainted by it, which is you, Mage Rorschach."

"So what should I do?"

"You have to promise to help me voluntarily first. I value procedural justice, otherwise I wouldn't be the man that even the Lord of Order is willing to entrust with my work."

"What if I don't agree?" Luo Xia felt that the other party was avoiding a question—what exactly he should do.

Even though Rorschach was just a foolish and naive college student in his previous life, he knew that any software that rushes users to check "I agree" and prevents custom installation is a rogue program.

"It's alright," the wise man said with a smile, his thick staff tapping against his hand. "Really, it's alright. Oh well, let the three of you keep this old man company for another few decades or even centuries. After all, one elf and two mid-level mages aren't short-lived."

Since he couldn't refuse the old rogue, he could only discuss compensation: "What benefits will I get for helping?"

"Benefits?" The illusory figure of the sage nodded. "Indeed. I also made a deal with the Lord of Order back then. Now I promise you, if you fulfill my request, I will pass on my legacy to you, giving you the opportunity to become a true archmage."

"Real?" If there's a real Grand Master title, does that mean there are fake ones too?

With a wave of his staff, the grayish-white stone environment of the brain changed, and they were instantly transported to the endless yellow sand.

Everything felt so real; the scorching wind, carrying sand and gravel, stung Rorschach's face like knives and needles.

The figure before him was no longer an unorthodox sage, but a wise man with profound eyes, his expression solemn. He transformed from a milky-white, fluorescent phantom into a living person standing before Rorschach.

His voice was like a great bell, echoing between heaven and earth. His chanting was almost a roar, and then the wind joined him in reciting incantations in ancient Arabic.

Suddenly, dark clouds gathered in the sky, thunder rumbled, and the sand in the air turned into raindrops. Springs sprang up everywhere and converged into a network of water. The sand was nourished and turned into soil, and meadows and trees sprouted from the ground.

Rorschach witnessed the transformation of the world, with the yellow sands turning into a dense subtropical forest.

Perhaps other mages could achieve the same effect, but the wise man beside him had vanished, and Rorschach was lifted into the air by an invisible force. Humans are insignificant, but in Rorschach's vision, the area affected by the spell was infinitely large!

He preferred to believe that the wise man had used teleportation magic, but only to transport him from the desert to the rainforest. However, he clearly witnessed how everything was changed, and as far as the eye could see, there was no corner where yellow sand was still flying.

Not only that, all the magic was drained during the chanting, and even Rorschach had to struggle to maintain it in order to prevent the spellcaster from violently extracting his magic from his body.

All the scenes disappeared, and they returned to the original stone chamber.

"Is this the true power of a Grand Mage?" Even gods are no more powerful than this.

The wise man reverted to his phantom form, all traces of his unfathomable and elusive aura vanished, and a chuckle appeared beneath his beard: "Before the rise of the old empire, there was the Age of Myths, meaning that the world at that time consisted only of myths, not history."

"What you just saw is the original site of the 'Promised City,' the most prosperous city in the Sand Kingdom. Despite nearly a thousand years of logging and sandstorms, it remains the largest oasis in the endless sea of ​​sand."

On Luo Xia's panel, the name of [Legendary Spell - World Weaving] appeared. He was still a little incredulous because the process had been too short, taking only about a minute to cast.

"To become a true archmage, one may be able to master legendary spells that surpass the current nine-ring system, also known as super-rank magic."

"Each archmage has a different focus on their preferred spell system, and even a different personality, which results in different legendary spells."

At this point, Rorschach guessed that a turning point was coming.

As expected, the wise man sighed in despair: "However, in order to maintain world peace and stability, the Lord of Order used methods that mortals could not understand to seal all legendary spells, as well as similar level methods among other divinely favored beings."

"The advantage is that it is easier to advance to the rank of Archmage than before the mythological era, but so-called Archmages can no longer freely use magical skills comparable to those of gods; they are just mediocre mortals with more magic power and longer lifespans."

There was no relevant information in the magical history that Rorschach had access to, but it was clear that Cano and Feuerbach were deeply aware of it, especially the chief of the Arcane Tower who had access to many ancient texts. No wonder they were so hostile to the Lord of Order.

In the past life, it was said that "blocking someone's path to wealth is like killing their parents." Here, the God of Order reigns supreme, blocking the path to godhood for the great mages!

"And you, unbound by the power of the Lord of Order, have given me hope—the hope of restoring the glory of the Archmage! I am willing to impart my wisdom to you. If you can break through, wouldn't destroying this mere Shadow Land be an easy task?"

Rorschach couldn't help but feel a little excited.

Suddenly Benedict woke up again. He heard only "Destruction. Shadow Land" and shouted, "No!"

(End of this chapter)